Go to sleep.
Counting sheep.
Scratching mosquito bites.
Thinking of home.
Stressing about the future.
Suddenly not caring.
Thinking of him.
Scratching mosquito bites.
Counting sheep.
Go to sleep.

Stop talking, Bob.

I am the queen of indecisiveness and I have given myself a decision to make which will torment every part of me it can possible.

I want to travel.
I want to get away from familiarity and dive head first into escape.

There’s a gentleman at work who I talk to every day and he tells me of his traveling stories, the places he’s been, about how he lived in Ireland and most importantly he tells me how I can find very cheap flights.

And I did find them.

From December the 30th to the 5th, I could go to Dublin for $914 (for a layover round trip) or $928 (direct flight round trip)

Or I could go to Prague for $780 (direct flight round trip) train to Vienna, train to Linz, and back to Prague from the 26th to the 1st.

If I go to Dublin, the gentleman said he’d have his friends help me out and take care of me, show me the sights.

Or.
I could just stay here.
Which is the cheaper decision.
And the one that makes me sad.